| P.M.S. It happens once every moon never seems to end too soon. Rarely able to say the right thing its safer just to stay out of her way. Thieves and thugs we come across seem to pay a higher price. Hey! better them than me. Her emotions simply run amuck I'll just keep busy here, with my scrolls. Gotta hang in there, for another day or so cause turn about will always be fair. For when my time shall come around I am sure, the debt will be repaid. LGuzzino 101200 |
| This poem was written specifically for Murphy's Journal Series, # 18 PMS - Persecute My Spouse |